[Charlie's device hasn't been running for days. Not since Charlie was turned to stone but, gradually, the feed flickers on with a close-up of dark blue denim. It's in the pocket of her jeans and the sounds around it are muffled. The sounds of rocks falling, thumping into the sand and a gasp. A muttered 'jesus christ. where---?' and the sound of something being picked up. A soft scraping sound, sand against something solid.

The device jostles, there's a shot of the sky, light fading as the sun sets and then it focuses on Charlie.

Flesh-and-bones Charlie as she looks around, trying to get her bearings.]

Huh. Okay. Okay, I know where I am which means...[She notices the device and gives it a half-hearted smile. A very tired, stressed looking smile on her face but still a smile.]

Protip for anyone who wants to go walking the desert; Gorgons burn so...shiny objects and if you can manage fire of some kind without looking at it?

[Right. She looks doubtful that anyone'd be able to actually manage this. But still. The device lowers, a brief glimpse of a glass sword in her hand, the faintest of glows pulsing down the blade on occasion.]

Ken, I hope you're somewhere safe.

[And she's walking in the direction of the safe zone.]

Fucking hate this City. Hate it, hate it, hate it.

[End feed.]

Every day I pick more and more slugs off my hull.

[He burns a couple off his leg with a red hot metal rod.]

Not as bad a space barnacles, but still annoying. I've seen what these things do. Too bad for 'em - and good for me - my audios aren't out in the open.

[He points to his head for emphasis.]

When I get my ship back, I'm gonna take a six hour shower just so I don't feel like I got slime on me anymore.

[He puts the rod away to cool for now.]

Also, I'm gonna start charging extra for dealing with gorgons.

[On the outskirts of the Glass City, a masked turian shoots a sandworm dead and whisks a hapless citizen to the safety of Glass City.]

No need for thanks, I was just doing my duty.

[Even with him trying to sound deeper, it's still fairly obvious it's Garrus' voice.]

Remember, if you're ever in trouble, just call Archangel.

[And with that he slips away into the darkest area he can find. Not easy when everything's made of glass.]

[ooc: My Secret Identity day.]

I would've read more books on zombie apocalypse survival if I had known how much I'd come to need it. Not that there's zombies now - and I hope there won't be, I really do. You know, let's pretend I didn't just jinx everyone over here.

I'm tired, and I miss showers, and I miss the lack of bureaucracy and paperwork, and open spaces that aren't filled with sand, and the time when slugs were just slimy things you found in the grass while playing.

Ugh, slugs.

I think I actually preferred the van. In the end it turned out to be quite cozy.

The funniest thing came to mind today - thank god I hadn't adopted any pet. I just lost my temporary City home to the sand, I can't imagine losing an innocent living soul to it as well.

[Very Accidental Video]
[Have a back view of Piglet as he struggles to get a huge cabinet door shut. His little legs peddle furiously and he seems quite out of breath. The reason for his difficulty is very clear to see, because sticking out at all sorts of angles from the door are dozens of packets of Twinkies.]

Now please be good and try to fit! It will all b-be over in a minute and you can get Used to your n-new home...



[ooc: Piglet is cursed with 'Hostess with the Mostest'. Don't expect him to share. >.> ]

[The camera flicks on as a chess set comes into view on a small table. Amanda sits across from it with a piece in hand looking up at something. She smiles for a moment.]

Oh come on Nick, you aren't even trying.

[She sets the piece down and then gets to her feet.]

Knight to Queen's Bishop five. Your move.

[ooc: She's cursed with the Ghost World curse.]

[ The video feed turns on to reveal Ivy, sitting on a chair in what is clearly a room in the desert safe zone, holding out one arm to Raymond, who is wrapping her wrist in a bandage. She looks unhappy: in pain, perhaps even scared. Still, her voice is completely even. ] I think it should be a little tighter still. The purpose of it is to stabilise the wrist, after all. Though without cutting off blood flow, so not too tight, please, Mr Leon.

[ She turns to the device. Of course she knew, the second it started recording, that it was recording. ] I would advise everyone to be cautious not only regarding the slugs themselves, but also other individuals.



[ooc; as per this Ivy was attacked by Sasuke. ]

I'm down here at the Dirty Glass, with specials on drinks before 11 and unveiling a new act tonight. Come on down and mention me, and we'll waive your cover.

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There's a man looking for you. Says he's your brother. Something you'd like to tell me about? And I really hope I don't find you with that Smith fellow. You know he's rubbish...


[ ooc: Genre Switch Curse, the Gothic Romance edition with Donna here as the Hippolita! Jump into action to be a stripper at the club, ladies... ;) Replies from meadomina! ]

[ Good day, Citizens, please enjoy a complimentary desert view focused on... the corpses of two armed gentlemen, both shot, with a slithering mass of gelatinous friends of the brainwashing persuasion cuddling in their vicinity.

...meanwhile, a slight figure is kneeling by, and to all extents and purposes, cooing. ]

And from sand and water He made them, clay within clay, dust upon... dust...

[ The slugs are collected with the very tips of overly manicured fingers and carefully placed in a tin box already hosting a writhing pair.

Have a wave, camera! ]

...my, my, only so few. Won't someone spare a three-five-ten more of these precious darlings? They're to make a young boy his gift. We shouldn't wish to leave him wanting, now... would we?


[ ooc: network replies, or action in the desert area, if anyone'd like to... deliver... slugs... ]

[Some time in the wee hours of the morning, Carla Morir has descended on the nearest glass diner with an unshakeable hunger. That's why she's fiddling with her device, really, and the impatience and tension shows all over her face, she keeps glancing over her shoulder at the kitchen, over and over. Honestly, the only thing keeping her in her seat is Mr. Blonde sitting across from her.]

How about Rex. [She gives him a completely uncomprehending look, so he clarifies,] For the mutt.

Really? [Scornful.] You could try a-- [Over her shoulder again. Where is the food.] little harder.

That's not making them cook any faster. You got a better suggestion?

[She sits back with a slouch, her feet kicking up to rest on the empty part of the booth across from her.]

No, just keep it out of the bed.

[He motions defensively at her with a cup of coffee in his hands,] It was making a racket.

[That line of conversation is completely derailed as the waitress finally appears, laden down with five or six different plates. She hasn't even finished setting them down before Carla is already at them. She's a bottomless pit.]

You can't eat all that.

[She motions back at him with a fork, the tip of it trembling in the air.]

Watch me. [She looks over into the camera, no she has not forgotten that she turned it on.] Pet names. We can do better than 'Rex,' right?

On top of everything else, we're still subject to those crazy curses? It's almost enough to make me miss the Capitol.

Almost.

While I appreciate the City's dedication to it's new aesthetic, I'm not convinced it's good for the long run. I've broken my front door three times already and we won't discuss what this has done to Passione's dressing rooms.

Is everyone alright? It's difficult to tell what's going on in the desert, especially this weekend, but I hope my friends are still well enough?

Is there anything I can do to help?

[ooc: Obviously, Cinna's still in the glass City, so imagine this is distorted in the sand-side.]

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Your dominant hues are cyan and blue. You like people and enjoy making friends. You're conservative and like to make sure things make sense before you step into them, especially in relationships. You are curious but respected for your opinions by people who you sometimes wouldn't even suspect. Your saturation level is medium - You're not the most decisive go-getter, but you can get a job done when it's required of you. You probably don't think the world can change for you and don't want to spend too much effort trying to force it. Your outlook on life is bright. You see good things in situations where others may not be able to, and it frustrates you to see them get down on everything.

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I just got back here and already I think I'm cursed. I just keep wanting to do all these silly things.

Oh no. this says that I'm the Spirit of Darkness and that 'You are shy & emotional. You tend to be a loner sometimes, though you really cared with others, its just every time you tried to help it is always misunderstood. You become vengeful, scary & evil whenever you get angry. You always want to have revenge not only for yourself but your loved ones when they were hurt. But never fear, Spirit of Darkness is one of the most powerful among the forces!'

Do you guys think I'm all mean like that? I don't ever want people to think I'm all mean.